（Over the passing drift and choking breathcoughs； Elijah's voice； harsh as a corncrakes； jars on high。 Perspiring in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen； vergefaced above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped。 He thumps the parapet。）
ELIJAH No yapping； if you please； in this booth。 Jake Crane； Creole Sue； Dave Campbell； Abe Kirschner； do your coughing with your mouths shut。 Say； I am operating all this trunk line。 Boys； do it now。 God's time is 12。25。 Tell mother you'll be there。 Rush your order and you play a slick ace。 Join on right here！ Book through to eternity junction； the nonstop run。 Just one word more。 Are you a god or a doggone clod？ If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready？ Florry Christ； Stephen Christ； Zoe Christ； Bloom Christ； Kitty Christ； Lynch Christ； it's up to you to sense that cosmic force。 Have we cold feet about the cosmos？ No。 Be on the side of the angels。 Be a prism。 You have that something within； the higher self。 You can rub shoulders with a Jesus； a Gautama； an Ingersoll。 Are you all in this vibration？ I say you are。 You once nobble that； congregation； and a buck joyride to heaven bees a back number。 You got me？ It's a lifebrightener； sure。 The hottest stuff ever was。 It's the whole pie with jam in。 It's just the cutest snappiest line out。 It is immense； supersumptuous。 It restores。 It vibrates。 I know and I am some vibrator。 Joking apart and getting down to bedrock； A。 J。 Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy； have you got that？ O。K。 Seventyseven west sixtyninth street。 Got me？ That's it。 You call me up by sunphone any old time。 Bumboosers； save your stamps。 （He shouts。） Now then our glory song。 All join heartily in the singing。 Encore！ （He sings。） Jeru。。。
THE GRAMOPHONE （Drowning his voice。） Whorusalaminyour highhohhhh。
（The disc rasps gratingly against the needle。）
THE THREE' WHORES （Covering their ears； squawk。） Ahhkkk！
ELIJAH （In rolledup shirtsleeves； black in the face； shouts at the top of his voice； his arms uplifted。） Big Brother up there； Mr President； you hear what I done just been saying to you。 Certainly； I sort of believe strong in you； Mr President。 I certainly am thinking now Miss Higgins and Miss Ricketts got religion way inside them。 Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way you been； Miss Florry； just now as I done seed you。 Mr President； you e long and help me save our sisters dear。 （He winks at his audience。） Our Mr President； he twig the whole lot and he ain't saying nothing。
KITTY…KATE I forgot myself。 In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill。 I was confirmed by the bishop。 My mother's sister married a Montmorency。 It was a working plumber was my ruination when I was pure。
ZOE…FANNY I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it。
FLORRY…TERESA It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three stars I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed。
STEPHEN In the beginning was the word； in the end the world without end。 Blessed be the eight beatitudes。
（The beatitudes； Dixon； Madden； Crotthers； Costello； Lenehan； Bannon； Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns； four abreast； goosestepping； tramp fast past in noisy marching。）
THE BEATITUDES （Incoherently。） Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop。
LYSTER （In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat； says discreetly。） He is our friend。 I need not mention names。 Seek thou the light。
（He corantos by。 Best enters in hairdresser attire； shinily laundered； his locks in curlpapers。 He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow； lizard…lettered； and a high pagoda hat。）
BEST （Smiling； lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot。） I was just beautifying him； don't you know。 A thing of beauty； don't you know。 Yeats says； or I mean； Keats says。 （Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner； with carping accent。） Esthetics and cosmetics are for the boudoir。 I am out for truth。 Plain truth for a plain man。 Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get them。
（In the cone of the search light behind the coalscuttle； ollave； holyeyed； the bearded figure of Mananaan MacLir broods； chin on knees。 He rises slowly。 A cold seawind blows from his druid mantle。 About his head writhe eels and elvers。 He is encrusted with weeds and shells。 His right hand holds a bicycle pump。 His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons。）
MANANAAN MACLIR （With a voice of waves。） Aum！ Hek！ Wal！ Ak！ Lub！ Mor！ Ma！ White yoghin of the Gods。 Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos。 （With a voice of whistling seawind。） Punarjanam patsypunjaub！ I won't have my leg pulled。 It has been said by one： beware the left； the cult of Shakti。 （With a cry of stormbirds。） Shakti； Shiva！ Dark hidden Father！ （He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand。 On its co…operative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac。 He wails with the vehemence of the ocean。） Aum！ Baum！ Pyjaum！ I am the light of the homestead； I am the dreamery creamery butter。
（A skeleton judas hand strangles the light。 The green light wanes to mauve。 The gasjet wails whistling。）
THE GASJET Pooah！ Pfuiiiiii！
（Zoe runs to the chandelier and； crooking her leg； adjusts the mantle。）
ZOE Who has a fag as I'm here？
LYNCH （Tossing a cigarette on to the table。） Here。
ZOE （Her head perched aside in mock pride。） Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady？ （She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame； twirling it slowly； showing the brown tufts of her armpits。 Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip。 Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green。 She puffs calmly at her cigarette。） Can you see the beauty spot of my behind？
LYNCH I'm not looking。
ZOE （Makes sheep's eyes。） No？ You wouldn't do a less thing。 Would you suck a lemon？
（Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom； then twists round towards him； pulling her slip free of the poker。 Blue fluid again flows over her flesh。 Bloom stands； smiling desirously； twirling his thumbs。 Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her spittle and gazing in the mirror； smooths both eyebrows。 Lipoti Virag； basilicogrammate； chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts。 He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of parchment。 In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell。 On his head is perched an Egyptian pshent。 Two quills project over his ears。）
VIRAG （Heels together bows。） My name is Virag Lipoti； of Szombathely。 （He coughs thoughtfully； drily。） Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts； eh？ Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee。 The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived？ Good。
BLOOM Granpapachi。 But。。。
VIRAG Number two on the other hand； she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white； whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood； is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit； I should opine。 Backbone in front； so to say。 Correct me but I always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity。 In a word。 Hippogriff。 Am I right？
BLOOM She is rather lean。
VIRAG （Not unpleasantly。） Absolutely！ Well observed and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip。 A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been mulcted。 Meretricious finery to deceive the eye。 Observe the attention to details of dustspecks。 Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today。 Parallax！ （With a nervous twitch of his head。） Did you hear my brain go snap？ Pollysyllabax！
BLOOM （An elbow resting in a hand； a forefinger against his cheek。） She seems sad。
VIRAG （Cynically； his weasel teeth bared yellow； draws down his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely。） Hoax！ Beware of the flapper and bogus mournful。 Lily of the alley。 All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Colombus。 Tumble her。 Columble her。 Chameleon。 （More genially。） Well then； permit me to draw your attention to item number three。 There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye。 Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull。 What ho； she bumps！ The ugly duckling of the party； longcasted and deep in keel。
BLOOM （Regretfully。） When you e out without your gun。
VIRAG We can do you all brands； mild； medium and strong。 Pay your money； take your choice。 How happy could you be with either。。。
BLOOM With？。。。
VIRAG （His tongue upcurling。） Lyum！ Look。 Her beam is broad。 She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat。 Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions； inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate； while on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances； suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation which leave nothing to be desired save pactness。 Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture。 When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size。 Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber。 That suits your book； eh？ Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after。 Wallow in it。 Lycopodium。 （His throat twitches。） Slapbang！ There he goes again。
BLOOM The stye I dislike。
VIRAG （Arches his eyebrows。） Contact with a goldring； they say。 Argumentum ad feminam； as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyo saurus。 For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy。 Not for sale。 Hire only。 Huguenot。 （He twitches。） It is a funny sound。
（He coughs encouragingly。） But possibly it is only a wart。 I presume you shall have remembered what I will have taught you on that head？ Wheatenmeal with hon